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Notes app dump!!!
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Elysian had many meanings but the one that stood out was how it was the place of the blessed after death. It had nothing to do with your actual quirk though, but you didn't care.
All stories have a beginning, but this does not necessarily mean that a beginning has to be the first part of a story. -It started... by DonJonson
Denki groans. “Look, as long as Bakugou doesn’t Baku-Bark at me, I think I’m safe.”
While both lassitude and lethargy describe a state of tiredness or inactivity, lassitude emphasizes a more general weariness and lack of interest, while lethargy specifically implies drowsiness or a decrease in consciousness. In simpler terms, lassitude is a feeling of being tired and not wanting to do anything, while lethargy is a more severe state of drowsiness and apathetic behavior.
he definitely has a little platonic crush, a squish, if you will
@Ty Cameron:"I am not an advocate for frequent changes in laws and constitutions, but laws and institutions must go hand in hand with the progress of the human mind” ~Thomas Jefferson
“We and the rain will take care of him. You were never here, but you must go before you are.”
“Hey, little listeners. I have a very special guest here who would like to party with you all!”
@❤️:fr I thought it broke…. no turns out im just broke😭
(First one as in broken promise second one as in no money. Talking about the ladies oven that when you pull it down it retracts in on itself)
@Setti Robson:I heard a quote once that said “I accept the bare minimum from my partners because I was taught to expect the bare minimum from the people who supposed loved me the most”
@ren:):dude. i had a dream once that i was waving out the window to a scary shadowy figure across the street. i was so scared of it for years, until i dreamed i was on the other side, waving back
@dumbitch'o'possum ✨️Scraprat✨️:that audio could fit maladaptive daydreaming. dreaming your life away only to wake up one day and realize your dreams have died years ago and you were stuck within the memory, chasing the fantasy.
@dumbitch'o'possum ✨️Scraprat✨️:you don't have to kill to be the death of others. "all I gave them was death" as her body rotted alive, withering from neglect, having chased a fantasy that made her forget her mortality.
@laurabrannann:“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I have ever known.” - Chuck Palahniuk
@angrylez:But the juxtaposition of “I’m not a violent dog, I don’t know why I bite” and “The dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. My guilt will not purify me.” I know I am not a bad dog and yet still I bite, so does it really matter what kind of dog I am? I am still a dog that bites
@Cherub:I did not realize the 'great' in "Make America Great again" was referring to the Great Depression my bad guy
@yesenia 🌻:Make America Great…Ly depressed again omg
"You don't need a quirk to be great, Izuku. Just a heart that's willing to try."
@Bigulsworth:“Some people are nice even if their personality is a little different” damn
Every good thing in this world started with a dream
@Walbeard:To quote Brennan Lee Mulligan “are you striving for greatness or working to avoid disappointment?”
"-because I have TEETH! and I like to use them sometimes" 🤣💖 I don't know why I love this so much
@Lady_Brisarys:“Since light travels faster than sound, some people might seem bright until you hear them speak”😂😂
The itsy bitsy spider song- @Xander Wilgar:It's a song about fake hopes and how the upper class keeps raining down on the lower and middle class to keep them away from the ☀️
Men be like "Let me just play Devil's Advocate" like no, Shut up. You are the Devil:
-This post Has Influenced Me Beyond Reason.. Yesterday a man said to me "well, to be devil's advocate-" and I said "there's no 'advocate, men are the devil and when you speak its with his tongue" and he stared at me until be both awkwardly laughed bc I momentarily was haunted by a Victorian feminist ghost
-guy said he was being The devil's advocate girl responds with "self advocating? That's a bold move."
@Good2deigh:Sometimes you have to play the fool to fool the fool who thinks he's fooling you ~ September Virgo 🙋♀️
@Rita Gogo:“Disloyalty is never forgiven because where is Lucifer” you ate with that!!!
William Shakespeare once wrote “The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.” He wrote it in one of his less known plays called “As You Like It”
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My high school ceramics teacher when I asked a question he didn't know the answer to:
"I'm just a mushroom: Sitting in the dark eating bullshit"
The finest words of wisdom if I've ever heard em
If your best freind was holding a gun to your head what would your final words be?:
@Antonio Muñoz: “Told you I’d take a bullet for you, but never imagined you’d be the one pulling the trigger”
“Can’t You Just…”
A shrug, a grin, “You’re better, see?”
Dropped the ball—again—carefree.
Burnt the toast, forgot the chore,
Left the mess and asked for more.
A tangled web of small mistakes,
Too many spills, too few breaks.
The other watches, calm in face,
But furious deep beneath the grace.
“It’s not on purpose,” they insist,
While every task is somehow missed.
Funny how the job goes fine
When no one's watching, drawing the line.
A clumsy act, rehearsed, refined—
A quiet scheme that’s undermined.
It isn’t skill they lack or lose,
It’s choice—they’ve learned to not to choose.
So one picks up what’s left behind,
The weight, the work, the ties that bind.
It’s not that they can’t carry their share—
It’s knowing someone else will care.
The American dream... is literally a dream, because you have to be asleep to believe it.
**Beneath the Flag**
O land of promise, bold and bright,
Your stars once blazed a hopeful light,
But shadows fall where dreams decay,
As gilded hopes drift far away.
Skies of blue and fields of green,
Hide truths beneath a painted scene,
Where wealth divides, and justice sways,
And voices fade in endless haze.
Cities hum and highways roar,
Yet many struggle, wanting more;
The streets are paved with stories lost,
And freedom bears a quiet cost.
A land of plenty, yet denied,
Where broken dreams and secrets hide.
...Where hope and hardship still collide.
......Where shadows linger, hope entwined.
Where hands reach out but come back bare,
And promises hang in the air,
A country torn, a dream betrayed,
As weary hearts still hope for aid.
The weapon isn’t sharp,
but it wounds all the same—
innocence worn
like a well-practiced game.
A smile, a shrug,
a task left undone,
they play the fool
but they've already won.
Each failure rehearsed,
each “oops” on display,
leaving the other
to clean up, to stay.
They dodge the load
with a clumsy excuse,
while someone else tightens
what they set loose.
It’s not lack of skill,
nor honest mistake—
it’s a quiet control
they refuse to forsake.
The cost isn't loud,
but it's heavy with strain,
a silent exchange
of effort and pain.
So call it what is—
not careless or dense,
but a choice to avoid
by feigned incompetence.
And the one who bears it
feels furious within,
caught in a loop
they didn’t begin.
Oh my God this is probably the best thing I've seen in a while! Thank you for sharing your amazing Creation with the world
oh man im so sleepy i cant see straight, but im done!! Shindeku animation set to the tune of Welcome to My Parents House by NSP (with some emic on the side) i started yesterday and finished right before midnight! go me <3
I was talking to myself and came up with the line "instead they take the poisoned berries handed to them like they're a god-given cure" so here is poems based off of it
His words, a venom, sharp and sly,
Spilled from a mouth that never tries
To heal, to soothe, to lift the soul—
Only to poison, twist, and control.
Each sentence laced with bitter sting,
A heavy blow from a hollow king.
In every tweet, in every speech,
He reached to tear, to bruise, to breach.
Promises dripped in bitter hues,
A master of the darkest news.
He weaved his lies, with artful grace,
A smirk upon his troubled face.
The truth, a casualty in his fight,
As facts dissolved in the toxic light.
Yet those who hear his wicked call,
Fall deeper still beneath his thrall.
For words like these can tear apart,
They plant a seed, corrupt the heart.
But in the end, though loud they roar,
The poison fades—truth stands once more.
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Instead they take the poisoned berries handed to them like they’re a god-given cure—
Bitter fruit, with a lethal allure,
That promises healing, but leaves them to rot,
Feeding on lies that they’ve been taught.
His words are sweet, his smile a mask,
A gentle whisper, a dangerous task.
“Trust me,” he says, “I’ll make it right,”
But darkness blooms where there once was light.
Instead they take the poisoned berries,
Blind to the thorns that twist within,
They taste the venom, convinced it’s sweet,
And fall to the rhythm of their own defeat.
The cure they seek is a cruel disguise,
For in each berry, a sorrow lies.
They drink the poison, the whispers, the lies,
And wonder, too late, why the world still dies.
But when the dawn breaks, they will see—
The berries were never meant to set them free.
And in the ruin, the truth will stir:
No god gives poison—only a deceiver.
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**The Poisoned Gift**
Instead they take the poisoned berries,
Handed to them like a god-given cure—
A promise painted red and sweet,
A bitter gift, they eat and eat.
His words, like fruit with lethal glow,
Drip false hope where doubt should grow,
And in their hunger, they take the bite,
Believing venom tastes of light.
"Trust me," he murmurs, with hungry eyes,
While shadows stretch and truth lies tied.
They crave the healing, the promised ease,
Blind to the thorn that digs, that bleeds.
The berries cling, like secrets kept,
Wrapped in pride and swallowed deep.
And they, in thrall, in dreams secure,
Let poison pass as if it's pure.
But when dawn breaks, the fog will clear,
The truth lies sharp, like shattered mirrors—
No god gives poison as a cure,
Only deceivers, cruel and near.
One of my favorite insults:
As useful as a soup Sandwich
Do y’all know where the phrase “eat the rich” comes from or do you just repeat it cause you heard it elsewhere?
It’s not a bad thing, I just saw someone say “we never said who would eat the rich” and realized a lot of y’all might not have heard the full quote
It’s from Rousseau and it’s “When the people shall have nothing more to eat, they will eat the rich"
And, well, there’s a lot of people with nothing to eat…
